Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Nes' secrets chapter 4 by captialXD story codes: M/f13, nudity, groping, slow, violence, no-sex please email me your comments after reading. The only payment I get for posting is the feedback from my readers. capitalXD email goodnews1105@yahoo.com I crawled up next to her, she turned away from me and wiggled her little bottom to my groin. My right arm went under her head to give her a pillow and my left went around her waist to rest on her flat stomach. The hypnotic slap and whoosh of the ocean put us both to sleep fast. When I woke up my arm under her head had fallen asleep and a full badder was forcing me to roll away from her warmth. I wanted to stay with her and do something about the semi-hard morning woody I had, but I had to pee. The sun was not all the way up yet, but the sky was clear and bright. When I got back from my morning piss, Nes was awake and setting up the firepit with wood. She was kneeling on the sand, the silver blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She sat back on her heels and held one side of the blanket out for me. I grabbed my backpack and snuggled up to her, kissing her neck and cheek. Using my lighter this time I lit the fire and pulled out the sandwiches for breakfast. Just as we finished the food and the water was beginning to run low I spotted the boat that dropped up off, coming our way. I jogged out to the surf and waved the boat in. When we were both safe on board I gave the Capitan the rest of his pay and rode with Nes on my lap till we hit the mainland. I noticed Nes wasn't having any problems sitting today, all her soreness gone in 24hours. Hooray, tonight I could penetrate her again. Only this time I was going to make her set the pace, intensity and positions. I felt a little guilt over bruising her, but the fact that she came 4 times assuaged my guilt. Into a cab and back to the hotel we went. Just as we were walking past the doorman and into the hotel, out of the corner of my eye I think I spotted the guy from the bridge. I craned my neck but he disappeared in the cross traffic. Maybe I was just paranoid. Or maybe the guy had a bigger hangup on Nes than I realized. When we were back i noticed the housekeepers had cleaned my room back to its pre-fuckfest spotlessness. I asked Nes about the guy from the bridge. She seemed to dodge my question at first, but when I pressed, she said he was trying to get her to give him money for begging on the bridge. Then she told me that she didn't know her mom and that her dad had went away some months ago to look for work and when the money he left her ran out, she was forced to beg for food. She got a distant look in her eyes when she talked about the past, her cute face flattening, devoid of emotion. Her eyes looking like doll eyes. She spoke matter-of-factly. It sounded rehearsed, but I didn't dig to deep. I guess I was satisfied at the normalcy of her facts. She took a big, deep breath when I told her that while we were together she didn't need to worry about any money issues. She tried to tell me she wasn't a whore, and that the idea of me buying her stuff in exchange for sex made her feel less than human, I reminded her that my girlfriend didn't have sex with me out of necessity. I let her know that she was to have sex with me because I was the best looking guy around and that I turned her on, not out of any need for stability. Also, I let her know that I would be getting in her pants even if she was royalty, because I was cool and found her irresistible. Her laugh was deep from her belly, her blush a deep red. Then she sighed a heartfelt expression of relaxation. Hearing her and seeing her relax was playing on my heart. I didn't want to get attached to her, but I could feel it happening. I had been in love before, and I didn't like the feeling of someone being so important that I would sacrifice myself for them, but here I was, taking the plunge again. I must be a sucker, a sucker with a penchant for young flesh. I wanted to go out for food, but I could smell the ocean on my skin. I needed a shower bad. When I went to the bathroom and used the toilet Nes turned on the tv. When I stepped into the shower with my body wash and toothbrush I started by soaking down and scrubbing the funk out of my mouth. I didn't see Nes join me until she groped my ass and I spit foamy toothpaste all over the shower tiles. I must have been in my own world. She giggled at my frothy mouth and wiped it with her wet hand, then kissed my lips. She had to put her arms around my neck and pull me down to her while standing on her tiptoes to push her soft, silky lips to mine. I walked out of the water and into the corner of the shower. I handed her the bodywash and raised my hands above my head and rested them on the walls of the shower. She used a washcloth and put the body wash on it, working it to a lather w/water. I ogled her without reserve. Starting from her dainty feet, the darkest part of her body. Up her slim ankles, the taper of her calves, her bony knees with the bruise on her left knee, multiple spotted linear scars and her trim thighs with their alluring three finger gap at the top that was filled with her pubis. I leered at her sex, how it mounded at the top of her pelvis and was framed by her thumb sized hip bones. The flair at her hips was slight, but with the impossible smallness of her waist, she had that S-shape that I found so irresistible. I couldn't resist any longer and reached out to feel her . She caught my hand and pushed it back up to the wall, starting to wash at my hand and working down to my chest and across to my other arm. I gawked at her defined tummy, her ribs even more evident now that she was reaching her arms up. Her tea-cup titties, nickle sized areola a caramel color. Pencil eraser nipples , puckered but not hard, looking ready to be sucked and pinched, a darker color as her areola. Long exposed collar bones. Waif like neck, with the steady pulse of the corrated artery visible against her lush olive skin. Full lips, a dark pink, bow shaped, her mouth both small and wide at the same time. Aquiline nose, high cheekbones and her almost black eyes. Eyes, pools of night big enough to get lost in. her eyes were the best of her awesome, feminine, sexy features. They were so expressive, like alien emotion screens. Her short brow with her natural full dark eyebrows. Her thick hair was plastered to her head by the water, she was so tiny that with her hair wet she had that helpless drowned kitten look. She washed me, looking at my body with the same expression I was looking at her with. Her eyes displaying the attraction she felt for me. When she reached my crotch, she took her time, moving in an excruciating slow pace. For a second her washing my cock and balls turned into stroking me. I groaned, she squeezed me and blood rushed south, causing my cock to lengthen. "it wants to play?" she asked. "anytime with you." I answered. When she went to wash my back, instead of turning me around she pressed her body to my soapy front and reached around. She writhed against me, but everytime I reached to hold her she led my hands back up to the shower walls. It was torture, sweet, seductive agony. I smiled. Two can play this game. I felt her incline her pelvis and rub her slit against my hardening cock. She must have been on her tippy-toes. I stayed still, needing every ounce of self-control not to force myself on her. She used her hands and the cloth on my back and soaped up my glutes. Slipping her hand between my cheeks she washed out my crack. I shook my head at her, rewarded with her giggle when she washed my asshole. She knelt down and rested her head against my semi-hard erection. She didn't look at my genitals when she washed my legs, tickling me a bit when she used her fingers to clean between each of my toes. Where she learned to tease a man like this I will never know, but I was going to get her back as she was done! She put her cheek against my thigh, and slid her face up my body when she stood up. She wrapped her hands around me, than pulled my arms around her, moaning a soft note of joy when I cupped her bum. She stepped back pulling me with her under the water. She ducked under my arms and stood in the same position that I was in and handed me the wash cloth and the bodysoap. It was my turn to tease her. I tossed the rag on the shower floor and squirted the bodywash in a shot on her chest. I took my index finger and swirled it once, dragging my finger down her belly, finishing with a feather light caress with just my finger across her clithood. I pecked her on the lips and said, "all done." Stepping out of the shower. I knew she was hot from rubbing her body against mine, but now it was her turn to have to wait to get what she wanted. "what, really?" she whined. I was already toweling off. "get dressed when you're done. I'm hungry." I said walking past her, not even looking her way, as I left the bathroom. "unh." She grunted, a clear sound of annoyance. I couldn't get the smile off my face when she pouted her way through getting dressed. This time it was the capri pants, the yellow blouse and flipflops along with the faux pearls and matching bracelet. I chose a pair of black docker shorts, a green short sleeved button up and sport sandals. I put on my gold inch thick chain and gold/onyx pinky ring. A slimline onyx watch wore face down so the gold and onyx band was showing. When she finished I picked a blue flower out of the vase in the room and put it in her hair. "now you're perfect." I said. She pulled me to her and kissed me, tickling my lips with her tongue till it let it into my mouth. She rubbed my cock through my shorts with her fingers. As soon as she felt me start to harden she pulled away. "now you are perfect too." She said I guess I deserved that. Walking behind her out of the room I could not believe that she was all mine. With an ass like that she could command any guys attention. I locked the door and we were out in the street waving down a tuk-tuk to ride a few minutes to a good Chinese restaurant for dimsum and huangjiu wine. While at dinner I found a techno show that was starting later, just after dark, I wanted to go to. I enjoy restaurant menu setups when abroad. This particular restaurant had the picture of each dish and a description for everything you could order. I chose a booth and let Nes sit first so I could trap her between the wall and my groping hands. Nes and I flirted through dinner, and I ordered finger food so I could keep my hand inching up toward her crotch throughout the meal. She didn't stop me, but looked down a few times and smiled her demure smile at me although her eyes burned with arousal. When I got close to her crotch, she parted her legs a little more. I stopped my hand short of cupping her sex, I was saving that for the dance floor at the techno show. Dinner was good and I left a 50%tip as my way of encouraging fine dining. It didn't take us long to find the techno show, it was a full-on rave. Thump thu-thump, thump thu-thump, the bass was loud and heavy. Glowstix and blacklights painted everyone in the glow and sparkle of hallucinations. The crowd was young, hot bodies half clothed and gyrating to the non-stop drum and bass. It took me about 20 minutes to find some descent MDMA. It was In powder still. It took me just as long to convince Nes that it was okay to take some. I debated just spiking her water, but for some reason I felt guilty for wanting to force it on her. Damn, she was really growing on me. I knew I found her attractive, but now I was beginning to see her personality. I'm not the kind of guy who falls in love fast, but here it was. The feeling of wanting to be around her even if we weren't having sex was blossoming in the pit of my gut like an intoxication. She licked her hit of doe off my thumb and I snorted mine. I felt it first, that bubbly feeling in my body, but after an hour of dancing and taking in the lights from the stage we were both dizzy. I found a minute to run to the boys room and take snort more oxy. Nes' movements got more fluid and by the time I got a good look at her eyes, they had no color left in them. Her pupils were dilated so hard that she had no color left in her eyes, just black voids of fun surrounded by white that glowed in the blacklights. When I could tell she was good and rolling, I turned up the seduction and touching. Licking her neck and sucking on her earlobes. I didn't notice before but her earlobes were attached, unlike mine. Her neck was so small that when I opened my mouth wide to suck on her that my mouth reached half way around her throat. She was so high she let me put my hands down her capri pants whenever I wanted. All night I had her naked handful bottom in my palm, I squeezed and rubbed. When I would dance against her back I would slip my hand down her front and cup her hairless teen twat, drumming my fingers against her to the beat. Under the tan capri pants she was wearing one of the thong undies I had bought her. While it let me grasp her bum with ease, I needed her help with trapping my hand between her thong and her skin. She did seem eager to help, everytime I would slide my hand into the waist of her pants she would suck her flat tummy in so I could have easier access. I would keep my left hand on her tiny, bony hip and my right hand would slip under her clothes. While feeling her smooth, semi-plump vulva I refrained from penetrating her. She was wet from the first time I reached down and I kept gathering her moisture and licking it off my fingers each time. She stunned me once by catching my hand after I collected her nectar, when she sucked her juice off of my fingers. Her thin tongue lapping and circling my fingers before she would suck on the tips of them. Somewhere between the drugs and the groping we found ourselves in a bathroom stall. The illusion of privacy was enough. We started to pull at each others clothes. Her at my shirt and me at the waist of her pants. I got good look at the tiny space and stopped moving. There was a used condom draped across the toilet rim and chunks of unidentifiable refuse littering the tile floor. Nes was on her knees, her pants and thong pulled down to her mid-thighs, looking up at me. Suddenly I felt really scummy, almost like I was as dirty as the toilet stall itself. I pulled Nes off the floor from under her arms and pulled her pants and undies up. "I don't want you like this...it seems weird. Lets go back out and find a place to sit." I said. She didn't argue, but didn't answer either. It took about a full minute to find the lounge area of the party, already filled with partygoers in various states of undress. There were several couches, tables chairs and love-seats...all of them looked full. I lead Nes by the hand to the barrel style arm of a full couch. Keeping my right leg on the arm and draping my left over onto the floor, I sat Nes sideways in my lap. She leaned her slim shoulder against my chest and her face found the crook of my neck. We swayed a little to the base, my arms found her minuscule waist. She was so light against me. I could move and her body moved with me, without any resistance. I stared at her when she looked up at me. Her eyes large and deep, flitted with emotions, from expectant to hopeful. It was amazing to be so far away from everyone I had ever known and still feel at home. It wasn't just her easy bedroom nature, it was her. She had an effect on me that I had no frame of reference for. I was so sucked into her it was beginning to shake my irrational self-confidence. And at that feeling of want I found peace and closed my eyes. I felt Nes lift off me, but she is so small and delicate it took me second to respond. A dull thud accompanies my intrigued gaze. What did greet my intelligent brown eyes, all spun-out on mdma? Some asshole with something tucked into his leather jacket had Nes by the ankle, dragging her across the dance floor on her ass, ten feet away. Between Nes and I were two other men. I could describe in trite witty commentary the dress and demeanor of these two walking punchlines, but I'll save the explicit detail for when I'm describing girls. Lets just call them...Bandanna Punk and Biker-boots Boy, based solely on the oversized boots one wore and the bandanna around the others brow. I had no time to process anything, when Biker-boots Boy steeped over into my personal space, I stood. This was all instinct. He put his palms on my chest and pumped his shoulders, intending to push me. All instinct, muscle memory and animal savagery. I trapped his left hand with my right and grabbed two of his fingers on the trapped hand and wrenched them 90% the wrong way. He winced backward and I smashed into his eyesocket with a rowing-motion short elbow. The blow crumbled him. His boots were nice. Bandanna Punk looked at the leather jacket asshole, still dragging Nes by her ankle while she clung to her own leg, then back to me. I landed a simple flying front kick in his midsection, his bandanna hung in midair for a second, he dropped so fast! The momentum from the flying kick sent me headlong into a spear tackle where I ended up driving my shoulder into leather jacket-mans ribs. While driving him backwards, I wrapped his legs in my arms. I was ontop of the asshole, he was gasping for breath but was still holding Nes' ankle. I pried his hand off her then my vision skipped a frame. There was a white hot flash of pain on the top-side of my head. I rolled away and the asshole was on his feet with a spring baton in his hand. "you got more buddies or are you the last fucking guy I gotta fight ?" I spit. He growled something I didn't understand. My tagalo isn't perfect, I'm just barely conversational and he spoke quick. So, are you getting the picture? Me and this thug, in the middle of a mix of people on the dance floor, circling one another as techno bumped in the background, beautiful pubescent girl seductively sitting nearby, and the crowd started to part for us...then the bouncers pounced on the asshole with the weapon. Four grey shirted men wrestled the leather jacket right off him and stuck it up his ass. I yanked Nes by the wrist hard enough for her to slam into me once we were outside on the sidewalk, she was rubbing her bum. We made it a few feet away in the packed urban walkway, just far enough for the grey shirts who emerged from the club behind us but not see us and for Nes to tell me her but cheek hurt where that asshole dropped her when he grabbed her ankle and started sprinting. We were safe inside the back of a jeepany, she was clinging to me, when her butt in my lap felt very warm on the cheek she was complaining about. And she noticed I was bleeding. I was cut in the hairline from what must have been a shot from the metal baton. The shorts I wore had a travel sized kleenex plastic dispenser in the pocket. They made a good bandage with some doting attention from Nes. If I was unsure about her nurturing skills or instincts before, this sealed the deal. Her bed side manner was hands on and heavy hearted. With lots of kisses, gropes and hugs. She seemed intimately concerned. I only then realized that I was able to defend her and I in a tactically sound, technically skilled manner due in great part to the want she had inspired in me and the sense of ease that followed it. I was so calm in that fight, too calm. I don't remember being winded. That had never happened before. She, Nes was beginning to have dangerous effects on me. please email me your comments after reading. The only payment I get for posting is the feedback from my readers. capitalXD email goodnews1105@yahoo.com